This early morning, way before sunrise, I experienced something disturbing.

What happened would make for a very graphic story. One of those whose imagery is hard to forget.

But the reason of this writing is about something else:
Silence. Silence’s all-encompassing reach.

I felt that silence is the only right way to handle the aftermath. As if silence contained it all  – the entire story, the pain, the inability to change anything, the heavy feeling of accidentally being part of something irreversible, the respect;

Silence as the way to atonement.